ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends
&
Happy Mothers Day

I hope you are doing well today. It’s pretty outside right now,
but last night we had a heck of a rainstorm come through that
knocked our electricity out time and again, but quickly came back
on. Judy and I were in the middle of playing an Hidden Object
game when we heard the first roll of thunder and shortly after
that it knocked out the electricity and crashed my PC. It did it
twice before we decided to just put off the game until it calmed
down a bit. Yet when the storm did pass over, we thought that
we might oughtta do our farms on FarmTown hehehehe, so we
did them and decided to continue our hidden object game another
day. Today’s high is supposed to be around 58F degrees. Not
too awful bad. I haven’t much to talk about today other than
the fact that it is Mothers Day and I miss my mom. I sure wish
my health and our finances were better so I could go to Texas
and see her, but a phone call and emails will have to do for now.
I wrote my mom a couple of Mothers Day poems and made one
of them into a picture so she could print it out and hang it. Mom
said she’s already printed it out and looking for a frame to put it
in hehehe. I will be sharing the poems with you in the journal.
Judy is at work, being the dad burned diner don’t hardly close
for nothing. I sure hated her having to work today. I told her
I will do my best to make the day a good day for her, but I
do that every day hehehe. Judy had a good visit with all of her
sisters Wednesday. They all got together over Barbara’s, her
older sisters house. I sat here counting the bumps on the wall
as usual being I wasn’t invited LOL. Not much else has gone
on up here. It’s been pretty much the same old, same old as
always. I thank God for the telephone and internet. If it were
not for those items, I would go stark raving mad. Yet I do so
wish I could see my family or at least somebody. I guess this
is the way it shall be, so I must accept things as how they are.
We all have our discretional problems in life. Viewed from
our side of the fence they may look worse than anybody else’s.
Yet many of our problems may be actually not as bad as they
may seem. It might be our clouded judgment. I try my best
to not let my want for visiting to send me into depression, but
sometimes it’s hard not to get depressed, especially when
someone sends a remark that “I need to get to Texas and
ignore the pain”. That shows how much they actually know
me and how our finances are. But that little statement from
that person only made me feel guilty about what I have no
control over. Some people never think before they act and
end up hurting others. Sit down with God and pray about
it and also reflect on what the outcome might be before
you interfere into someone’s life. You might find that you
need to mind your own business in some cases. Sometimes
our view of another’s life is totally wrong and we’re only
seeing what’s on the outer layer. Step back and take a
little look at your own life for a moment. You might find
that you’re defocusing from your own problems. Yet it is
good to help another, but don’t go overboard. Some may
have a need that you don’t understand or is out of your
hands to help. Let God have it in those cases. He knows
what’s best for us all. I know, you may often look and
wonder where God is in a moment, but rest assured that
He is there. He has His own methods of dealing with us.
Often it’s to just let us learn by our mistakes. We learn
nothing if we do not experience a moment. Sometimes
troubles are needed to further our growth. Let today
be a learning lesson as you do your very best in life to
help others and also help yourself. I reckon it’s time
for me to be taking my little venture back through all
that I’ve written here to see if I can find a good word or
phrase that might work for the title for today’s brand
new poem. So it’s away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I believe I may have found a good title. Now let’s see
if I can put together a few words of poetry using it 🙂
Here goes…………

Our Mistakes

We may error
in our ways
in the coming
future days.
Our mistakes
of timeless view
might be teachers
through and through.
We may falter
timelessly
through the portholes
that we see,
yet those minutes
of mistakes
might be what
a lesson makes.
Our mistakes
from now and then
might be needed
to begin.
Times conclusions
when and where
our mistakes
might guide us there.
Our mistakes
that overcome
might be lessons
setting sun.
Use those lessons
that you find
to find Jesus
peace of mind.

©By Bill Pearce
May 8, 2011

Also here is a little Mothers Day poem.

I Miss My Mom

Time fills passion
of the days
sometimes as the
wantings true.
Pages rhythms
turn so sweet
as I see now
mothers view.
I now see her
standing waiting
daily as I’m
growing old.
I miss my mom
as times are turning
as I recall
all that she told.
Timeless journeys
through the void
I now find
a different game.
Things remember
from her passion
that today are
as the same.
All the phone calls
and emails
help me now
to just move on,
but I tell you
daily true now
I repeat
I miss my mom.
She was healer
with a kiss
and a hug
to make me well.
My own mom
of timeless vision
is the best that
I can tell.

©By Bill Pearce
May 8, 2011

I hope you enjoyed the poems. Yes, I miss my mom, but
we do talk on the phone most every day. She was having
trouble downloading her updated Anti virus program so
I walked her through it yesterday. She did it hehehehehe.
I am so proud of her. This is the first time she was able to
do it successfully without having to take it to Ron and Mandy
at Century Computer hehe. She said, it now shows in the
task bar AVG anti-virus free edition 2011 YEA!!! So other
than that we just rattled on the phone while waiting for it
to down load which I might add took a good while being
she’s still on 56K dial up LOL. She was on her cell phone
being her land line was busy. I guess I need to be hushing
now and tell you what I tell you every week and that is
I wrote some more poems. LOL I accidentally wrote them
Friday being I thought it was Saturday hehe. Then on top
of that little faux pas, I wrote 11 poems instead of 10 hehe.
So to add to the confusion, Saturday, I had planned on
writing my mother a Mothers day poem and ended up
writing 2 as well as yet another Christmas poem hehehe.
So if ya count em all up LOL, I ended up with 14 poems.
Hehehe 16 if ya count what I wrote today 🙂 Ok so yes
I also wrote 22 haiku on Friday. In any sense, ya got a
lot to read hehe. So enjoy. The Mothers day poems
and the Christmas poem are at the very end of the list.
So now I reckon I need to be searching for that freaking
off switch that loves to elude me and keep me rambling,
but not before I wish you a most wonderful God filled
week and also a Happy Mothers Day to all of the moms.
Now to find that confounded off switch. Found it just
staring out into space while looking out the window.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill and Judy Pearce

Now on with the poems and haiku
10+4 and 22 hehehehehehehe 🙂

P.S. one of the poems is also to Judy hehehe.
It’s titled Ocean Mind……..Ciao

As The Weather

In the weather
day and night
things around me
come in sight.
Scenes of beauty
very sweet
seem to be
what eyes can eat.
All my hunger
that I find
comes to be
from time to time.
In the weather
night and day
things around me
come to play.
Bringing joyful
moments feat
that none other
can compete.
Sounds arrive then
to and fro
as the weather
makes its show.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

The Night Garden

In the windows
of my mind
I can see a
great design.
The night garden
made from scenes
reds and yellows,
blues and greens.
All the flavors
that I view
bring the moments
thereunto.
Many windows
of designs
have so many
moments rhymes.
Scenes as poems
with verses said
in the windows
of my head.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Ancient Treasures

Jumbled playgrounds
from the past
Ancient treasures
need to last.
Timeless echoes
find a view
as so ancient
now so new.
Ancient treasures
came to be
now as seen
from history.
Now though many
day to day
let our treasures
fade away.
Not enjoying
untouched views
as they walk on
with their shoes.
Moments splendor
is around
ancient treasures
that are found.
Let the treasures
live to see
future standings
in history.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Ocean Mind

Little whispers
heard and said
are the moments
in my head.
Little heartbeats
ocean mind
are the waves
of time to time.
On an island
far away
an ocean mind
is day to day.
Seeing footprints
in the sand
you and me then
hand in hand.
Now that ocean
deep and blue
lives as echoes
that we view.
Little whispers
are the sound
of the ocean
that we found.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

To Judy Pearce
From Bill Pearce

Healing Rain

The minutes pour
as raindrops fall
here and there
and over all.
The minutes move
as time goes by
here and there
with how and why.
The healing rain
from day to day
brings the words
of water play.
The minutes pour
then cease again
with the moments
healing rain.
As the showers
come to be
the healing rain
makes sights to see.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Serenity Suite

Now is a blessing
sometimes unseen
found as a moment
maybe found mean.
Serenity suite
is needed in view
as that of blessings
daily so true.
Find the serenity
deep in your mind
as you continue
with your own design.
Let not your ego
to try to compete
with what’s another’s
serenity suite.
Let yourself blossom
into what you are
a serenity suite
of times shining star.
Just for a moment
now and today
serenity suite
can help your dismay.
Using God’s blessings
found in a frame
let your serenity
live through His Name

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Spirits of The Sea

I saw the waves
just crashing ashore
bringing the essence
of minutes and more.
Spirits of the sea
bring forth their view
day to day
each time so new.
Scenes as fragments
in the sand
spirits of the sea
create the land.
Many scenarios
come and transpose
how the sea comes
and how the sea goes.
Spirits of the sea
will daily bring signs
seen as the waves
of the oceans designs.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

It Takes Two Hearts

Often so many
will try just to view
timeless discussions
without hearts of two.
It takes two hearts
to fathom the reach
that of an ocean
of love on a beach.
Yet often people
will find they have seen
the only connection
of their own cuisine.
Two hearts in passing
leaves times memories
gathered as turnstiles
of oceans and seas.
They may have flourished
with their own design
with the two hearts
of their special time.
But often people
will try to forget
it takes to hearts
to ever get wet.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Serenity Road

Down by the river
time has bestowed
sights right beside
serenity road.
So many blessings
given for free
from God above
for us each to see.
Serenity road
has turns and twists
leading to
what does exist.
Some though seek
what is not found
in the frames
of given ground.
Let God’s blessings
live in you.
Serenity road
is there to view.
Lose the hatreds
daily plan.
Learn to love
your fellow man.
Find some love
within your heart.
Serenity road
will then impart.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Mirages

In the distance
ones might view
sights of life
in a sea of blue.
Times mirages
come and go
with the sights
of all we know.
Mirages found
in days accord
sometimes leave
a splintered board.
As illusions
come to be
mere mirages
don’t agree.
Use good judgment
where you tread,
for mirages
might be led.
Weighing you down
with only dreams
of the sights
of running streams.
Try to view
the truth that’s there
as you seek your
daily fare.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Monochrome Vision

Some see the world
as just black and white
as they continue
with each day and night.
Seeing the blessings
never in color
as they just look on
a little bit further.
Monochrome vision
is many sights seen
what that is better
with red, blue and green.
Times we’ve forgotten
the colorful sights
monochrome vision
lives in the nights.
Find now the colors
that once lived in you
and seek for better
with time now to view.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

Mornings Like This

Mornings like this
remind me of Christmas.
That special time
of wintertime’s day.
I recognize
this wonderful morning
as that of Christmas
now on display.
Mornings like this
bring back that feeling.
That special feeling
I truly love so.
I now can feel
the chill of the morning
seeming as winter
with Christmas white snow.
Mornings like this
remind me of blessings.
Blessings from Christmas
and seasons delight.
I recognize
all of those feelings.
All of those feelings
every day and night.
Mornings like this
seem to enlighten
all of the magic
of Christmastimes day.
I can pretend now
that it is Christmas
as I imagine its
wonderful way.

©By Bill Pearce
May 7, 2011

My Mothers Love

The turn of time
from mother to son
days have be seen
as time on the run.
The ticking of ages
turns oh so fast
as I remember
times from the past.
My mothers love
that guided me through
here there about
to do what I do.
The turn of time
brought me a page
set up with love
with mother on stage.
Ages are moving
a wonderful way
here now remembered
on sweet Mothers Day.
Times are concluded
as I grow old
that I remember
all I was told.
My mothers love
was kisses so sweet
as that of Heaven
that none could compete.
Time brought the moral
as essences seen
as I remember
each time in between.
Handfuls of moments
daily in stride
I carry truly
my love on inside.
My love for momma
that’s also my friend
I’ll always carry
with never an end.

©By Bill Pearce
May 7, 2011

I love you mom

This Time of Mothers Day

On this time
of Mothers Day
I find things
I wish to say.
Words so deep
as seas of green
and the thoughts
found in between.
On this time
of special view
I find words
to say to you.
Mother dearest
great design
thank you for
you all the time.
Mothers day
is found in place
of the one
that kissed my face
and the one
that kissed my knee
when I fell
in much debris.
On this time
of Mothers day
I now find
you’re far away,
but now mother
do not cry
for you’re still
my apple pie.

©By Bill Pearce
May 7, 2011

I miss you mom

Haiku
for May 6, 2011

Lessons will be found
in some journeys unwanted.
Sometimes just have faith.

Windows of today
might seem a little foggy,
but they might clear up.

Searching for true love
might end in an explosion
as two hearts collide.

Left over seconds
can add up to an hour
of wasted minutes.

Hearing certain sounds
might be misinterpreted
and cause much regret.

Lining up mornings
to connect as all the same
could cause your demise.

Every time and place
has a special scene to view,
but in its own time.

Yearning for mere things
might lead you to hoarding life
without any peace.

Springtime awakens
with every minutes blossom
that comes with color.

Right nows antidote
might be of your acceptance
and letting things be.

Lying in meadows
makes the shadows as your bed
of sweet blades of grass.

With mornings glory
comes many different views
and their emotions.

Tomorrows letters
that we have written today
might need editing.

Long awaited turnstiles
will open and close with time
sometimes out of sync.

Waging war on time
might conclude your destruction.
So are you ready?

Winters minutes mile
dispersed when spring came knocking.
Winter will return.

Leaving your anger
as a mere thought while you sleep
could lead to nightmares.

New days are coming
as the old falls from our view
leaving memories.

Days are encountered
as journeys to the unknown
one step at a time.

Placing a flower
on the heart of another
could cause it to bloom.

A page that is turned
might be misread at first glance.
Take time to focus.

I hear cars moving
as the echoes of the day
traveling afar.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6, 2011

God bless from Bill and Judy.

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